“Jeezus, what do we have here?” Charlie enthuses. “Looks like a couple of fudge packers.”
“Looks that way,” Larry says.
As I push Bram off me, we realize we are in dangerous waters. The two look like extras out of “Duck Dynasty.” Charlie is 6-4 or so, weather-beaten face, dirty blond hair and scraggly beard. He looks to be In his 50s, with his arms covered in tattoos. Actually, he’d be a hot daddy if he ever cleaned up.
Larry is younger, shorter, handsome, ethnic-looking, probably with French Canadian roots. He looks to be 5-10, dark hair, closely cropped beard, dark eyes, an intense look. Both are muscular and are wearing tight Levi’s, mud-covered boots and flannel shirts that are cut off at the shoulders.
We scurry to grab our underwear. I retrieve the briefs I borrowed from under a tree where Bram tossed them — and hope to hightail out of there.
Charlie looks at the scanty red Calvin Kleins I’m wearing and sneers, “Do all fags wear women’s panties or just you two?” His vein pops out of his neck in anger.
“You are trespassing on my property. Didn’t you see the ‘no queers’ sign?”
“You Spice Girls aren’t welcome here,” Larry barks.
Given the circumstances, we are not of a mind to address their slurs. We say nothing and hang our heads.
Hoping to defuse the situation, I try an apology. “We’re sorry. We thought this was public land. Didn’t know we were trespassing.”
“We’ll leave right away. No hard feelings,” Bram adds.
“The hell you will. You think this is public land, but you also think it’s OK to get naked and fuck your brains out? What if normal people walked by and saw you perverts?”
Charlie nods at Larry and points at their pickup truck. Larry heads toward it.
“You think you can come into my woods, throw beer cans around and do any fucking perverted thing you like. I’m here to tell you different.”
Larry has returned with a rope curled around his forearm.
“You need to be punished,” Charlie is fairly screaming. “Get against that tree. You — he points to me — face inward and you face outward, he says to Bram.
“Sir” — I decide to try a different approach. “We’ll be glad to pay you for using your property. And we’ll clean up the spot we were using.”
Charlie is having none of it. “Do as you’re told and you guys won’t get your pretty faces bashed in. Move against that tree. Now.”
Bram faces outward onto one side and I hug the tree on the other. We are sweating and shaking. Larry moves swiftly, ties the rope under my arms, then under Bram’s.
Larry speaks. “Bro, I didn’t mention that today is my birthday. Looks like I found my present.” And he laughs.
“Oh, really? Great timing. So here’s your gift from me. You pick the one you want and I’ll take the other one.”
They move closer. Larry pulls out a knife. “I want the hippy with long hair. (that’s me). He looks more like a girl.”
“You won’t be needing these,” and he slices my briefs up the side and they slide to my ankles. He pushes them into my mouth. No use scaring the critters out here when you scream,” and he stuffs what’s left of them into my mouth.
“Good choice,” Charlie nods. “He’s got an ass like a woman’s.”
Larry sidles up to me and coos in my ear, “I bet you’ve never had a real man’s cock up there, so let’s count this as your first time getting fucked. Fairy dicks don’t count.”
He unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly. Be advised. “I got no pencil dick like your buddy over there.” He pulls it out and places it in my right hand. “I’m being nice. Feel what’s going up your ass.”
Larry’s schlong is about six inches long and uncircumcised; it is scarily as thick as a can on Mountain Dew.
“Now pull my skin back, loosen up my foreskin,” he commands.
As best I can, being tied to the tree, I do what he wants. As I pull his foreskin back, I can tell that Larry hasn’t showered in a while. A strong scent wafts upward and greets my nose. He notices my look of disgust.
“Sorry if I offended you, city boy,” he says in a mocking voice. “I guess you’re unfamiliar with dick cheese. I should make you clean it with your mouth.”
“Nah, just take his ass,” Charlie interjects. “He really wants your dick up there real bad. Look, he has a raging boner.”
Larry loosens the rope enough that I can slide to the ground. He tightens it around Bram and pushes me onto the ground. He sits on my butt and tugs at my hair. “Wish we had more time. I’d cut this girly shit off and shave your head till you look like a Navy Seal.”
He spreads my cheeks and inspects my hole. He notes some leftover Elbow Grease. “It figures you pansies need Vaseline to fuck,” he says, then rubs his foreskin up and down my crack, still moist from the workout Bram gave me.
I figure it’s useless to try to talk him out of it, but do I really want to? One part of me hates surrendering my ass to this rapist, but the other is excited about being taken by this good-looking redneck. I decide to relax into it.
A shock of pain shakes me back to reality as in one motion Larry thrusts it up my ass, making me regret my fascination with rape. He’s fatter than Bram by a country mile and it hurts. I try to speak with the tattered briefs in my mouth, but can only make noises. He pulls them out of my mouth letting me speak. “Jesus, slow up, will ya,” I say.
Larry disregards my request and plunges in harder. “You seem more than capable of taking it hard. I think you like it. I’m impressed.”
My ass hurts like blazes, so I try to picture his dick and thinking how hot and handsome he is. It starts to feel pleasurable as he assaults my prostate with the thickest dick I’ve ever taken. When he pulls all the way out and slams it back inside, I can feel electricity running down to my toes.
“You love my donkey dick, don’t you?” he brags, “Tell me how much you love it.”
“You have the fattest dick in Massachusetts,” I say, displeased with myself for being so shameless. “I bet you make all the ladies around here happy.”
“So you’re as good at sweet-talk as you are at getting fucked,” he replies. “Frankly, Im surprised you opened up so fast (I didn’t have a choice), given how tight you are. Your girlfriend over there must have a pencil dick because he didn’t stretch your hole very much. Now tell me how much you want my cum inside you?”
I have become a complete toady to his ego. “Larry — I surprise myself by using his name — I bet you shoot gigantic loads, can’t wait to take it all inside me.”
Larry’s breathing gets heavier and gasps of pleasure fill the air. He pulls my long hair as he rides me. “Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I’m coming,” and he slaps my ass hard. “Keep gripping my dick with your hole,” he commands and looks at Charlie. “Happy birthday to me.”
After a minute I feel his cum oozing out of my hole and running down my thigh. There is a lot. Larry bends down and kisses the back of my neck, which is completely unexpected. “You did good, kid,” he says.
“Asshole, are you falling in love with him already?” Charlie taunts. “You always were a pushover for a hot ass.” He tells Larry to tie me back onto the tree.
“My turn to play,” he says.
(to be continued).
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